I used to hate the telephone
escaped from calling or picking up
With headphones in the stereo
repeating all the same
Now this broken stereo
gathers dust, will turn to dust
Playing old toy pianos
regardless of the mate
Keeps silence, keeps silence
trained me to wait for you to call me back
1,2,3 to count the ring and blinks
they told me I’m not going to grow up enough
to count up just in time
Ran out of words minutes ago
No, they must have dropped from my mouth
or long nose of an elephant
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